Luyện nghe bài hát Mantis

The technique, depends
On arm and strength
Once you've that, then the next
Is to how to pierce stone

Well, you might as start practicing now
Do you-do you, do you know, mantis legends?
How it was it all
It was fighting off blackbird

Although it was only a tenth of the size
It was a very insect
And that's why the technique, needs a man
And a one, who isn't afraid of birds

back to the temple of hip-hop and Sword Kem'po
Lyrical rhyme nympho, B-boy Bob
Diamond crystal ring solid bone rituals
We be the humble most individuals

to spot microdots, we Sasquatch
Stomp MC's, eye Cyclops laser beam shots
fired once the father get raised up
We John up, abrasive heat, from the phaser gun

Never for a stun Dunn, Atilla the Hun
Type Killa Park Hilla, eighteen Mack's
In the truck lanes, from the rugged
Of Shaolin soil, the red wolves be

Howlin' over the shit got the whole world bowin'
We spoiled, one thousand
One recordings, one thousand Wu stores and
One thousand rap tours and global

Not everyday occurrence
My rhyme torments MC's the fear of God
You'll be cursed Farad
And struck by the rod

Hell's Wind Staff, the wrath of Titans
Niggaz battlin', swingin'
Cutthroat women, whirlwind given save the
Escape the poverty for live and, let
Die by the mic, skill by night

Wind Staff, the wrath of Black Titans
Niggaz battlin', sword
Cutthroat women, whirlwind given save the
the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow skill by

style isn't easy to learn
A is small, but powerful
With it's arms, it can up
Many times it's own

On behalf of the Wu-Tang Clan I'll display the Kong
Shaolin King Kong poems niggaz in half from Kwan'tan
Ten scratch like Allah math, the Hell's Wind Staff
Watch the diagram strike the diaphragm

Pierced minute from tongue double-edged sound the drum
Here I come as predicted, holdin' the raw seal, all kneel
7th Degree black mic skill is ill, listen to the guns
Swallow the shell, East New terrorist

Break fool to this, madness, low-hand, grabs the mic stand
Smooth as water, Spat Seas you've not yet mastered
Breathe and lungs wheeze, kills
I'm wreckin' MC's, blood spills, is round

The piercin' of silence deafens ears, fires fears
sharp eagle claw tears, tree from bark
Hard to maintain when you leakin'
I stand with the of Jobe and hold pressure that'll bust your head

I'm teachin' civilization, one havin' knowledge
Wisdom understanding, refinement
Knowledge savage in of happiness
Thunderous mantis, all this